Weighty Matters

Okay - forgive the delay in my post this week. I'm finally back among the land of the living for several reasons. Mostly, that old devil Senor Migraine tried to kill me off several times last week. That's a whole post in itself. So how did Sheri and I do on our bike ride? Completely. Kicked. It. We met at 5:00 AM at the appointed place, her sweet patient husband following behind us, and headed on the road. About 3 miles in, I noticed something odd about my bike.... seems that the gear shifts were moving toward me. There was a little something loose but we fixed it as best we could. That held out until about five miles into the trip -- and one hour into the 2:15 we had allotted for ourselves (yeah, rut-roh Raggy!). Sheri graciously offered to switch bikes with me, since she had on riding gloves and could easily provide more resistance to the turning of the handlebar. It was also an eye-opener for both of us in bike differences. She has a hybrid cruiser, mine is more of a...

I was up again (yes, that was the scream you heard late Tuesday afternoon).... but only minimally. But then my friend MH, the receptionist, said something afterwards that made me say, "Well, DUH! Why didn't I make the connection?" She asked what kind of activity I had done and I said, "Well, I didn't yesterday, I had a massage, but usually on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I lift weights....." MH said, "Um, you know, I had much better luck doing yoga on Monday instead of weights...." And it clicked. DUH......... Glycogen. Nasty, nasty glycogen that holds 4-5 times its weight in water! Alllllll day Tuesday, after a Monday strength training session, it just takes in whatever I send its way.... or sucks it right out of my cells and hangs on for life. She may be on to something there. But I'll be danged if this is gonna beat me!! **** This past Sunday morning, I had my first practice run for our bike trek. Sheri and I covered 7.5 miles. My...